Tuesday, 2 November 2010
Mes cousins jamais nés hantent les nuits de Byrne
You know, these tired and dark days I seem to be listening to nothing much more than cover versions and live versions of songs I already know far too well. I mean, what the fuck? Am I getting comfortable or something? And I don't know whether to be genuinely worried or not, but I'm listening to these versions of 'This Must be the place' even more than the original version (yes, including the definitive one that's on 'Stop Making Sense'). I just need to know, in a general consensus type of way, that this is not as troubling as I might be fearing. I've not 'turned', have I? And no, let's just stay silent about the utter nightmare that was the Arcade Fire version, cool? I'm sorry, but when are we just gonna accept and live with the fact that Win Butler cannae sing for his wannabe-Decemberist life (or even his August wife, come to think about it for a minute). Och, hey... stfu at the back there. It's been that kinda day so let me say my piece, asslips. After all, you know I am right (this time).
Miles Fisher - 'This must be the place' (4.38)
MGMT - 'This must be the place' (live) (5.06)
Visit Miles over here. If you haven't already, please do watch him masquerade as Patrick Bateman right here. MGMT, as ever, are laughing their rich fucking asses off over here. And they are laughing at you and me, kiddo.